Count Olaf sounds like an awful person. I hope he is torn apart by wild animals someday. Wouldn't that be satisfying?

For Beatrice - you will always be in my mind, in my heart and in your grave.

I am heartbroken, but I have been heartbroken before, and this might be the best for which I can hope.

Writing is a dying form. One reads of this every day.

I can't think of a story that doesn't have something terrible in it. Otherwise, it's dull. So when I embarked into the world of picture books, my first thought was to do something about the dark.

[I]t was the color of someone buying you an ice cream cone for no reason at all.

Why not rise from the grave and terrorize a little instead of staying buried and dead in the cemetery?